who knows how many years it’s really been. I’ve never been one for dates. I was 20 and it was still spring – dabbled I had, in the sense that I understood about as much as I could from an arm’s length away. things were still dangerous then – and like fire – I couldn’t wait to burn, I just didn’t know it yet.
burn and burn and burn…
oh but we see how fires grow bigger, uncontainable, especially those with no intent but to burn –
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